July 13, 2009 came and went like any other day, with one exception. July 13th is the day my Dad died one year ago. I have been unusually busy and did not have much time to reflect, but I did remember and I do miss him.
Memories are a funny thing. They are wonderful ... to a point. Life requires us to move on, and that I must do. But it's good to reflect and remember.
I remember my Dad mostly as it relates to sports - no big surprise there. I suspect my kids will do the same with me. I remember him officiating one of my little league basketball games and kicking me out of the game when I cussed at an opponent! I think I was about 10 years old. I remember a wonderul photograph in the local Chagrin paper of him pitching me a ball at the local rec center. I remember him being so excited when early in my rec league baseball days I showed some abilities of playing the game. I remember him coaching me as a freshman football player and crying when he introduced me at the year end banquet because he was so proud of me. It still makes me tear up to this day. I remember him waiting up at home after Friday night varsity basketball games wanting to hear my take on the game and me being a jerk and giving him one word answers. I remember calling him after my first college baseball game, telling him that I was starting in LF and batting lead-off as a freshman. He was completely shocked.
I am thankful for my Dad and I miss him. One day, however, I will see him again. That wonderful Christian hope of heaven is what helps me to keep moving forward in this life.
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